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Michael Robinavitch x reader x Jack Abbot fics recs

Seeing double by @thepencilnerd

♥ summary: A night out with two of your closest colleagues turns into something you never expected—or did you? Between cocktails, dancing, and old tension, the line between friendship and something more finally blurs.

Triage by @tedmustache

♥ summary: Amid the nonstop pressure of a Pitt emergency room, one nurse navigates long nights, relentless crises, and two doctors who are harder to read than any medical chart.

Overtime by @abbotjack

♥ summary: You told yourself you were just taking your time. Just late for a blind date Samira set up. But the truth is, you stayed behind on purpose. You listened to their voices. You waited. You weren’t supposed to want this—not from them. But you've been holding it in for too long.

Fifteen minutes by @superhoeva

♥ summary: You spend your break with Robby after Jack blows up your phone

Late by @superhoeva

♥ summary: Robby shows up late to find you and jack preoccupied

Hyperspermia with Jack and Robby by @superhoeva

“You’re in my spot.” by @superhoeva

Fisting with Jack and Robby by @robbyology

Thinking about Robby and Jack by @wlwloverwrites

Trapped in an elevator with Robby and Jack by @wlwloverwrites

Day off together by @wlwloverwrites

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Say it like you love me

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Just wanna have dark! Robby this summer. He needs to put his medical knowledge and big hands to good use aka choke me while I’m drugged

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“Okay”

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need this hug

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want some soft Robby

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wanna sit in his lap and run my fingers through his hair while he peers up at me and asks for a kiss... and then give him a kiss and a whole lot moreee

─ Jack Abbot x fem reader || WC: 1.0k

CW: MDNI/18+. NSFW. Established relationship. Age gap implied. References to previous smut. Kisses. Jack's graying hair & old man features. Jack calling himself an old man. (If there’s typos I’m sorry my laptop is being stupid.)

Oh god me too. Honestly, I need it now more than ever. Just imagine it:

Your legs bracket Jack’s as you sit in his lap, laying on top of him and pressing your body into his. It was a slow day for the both of you, consisting of rolling around in bed and catching up on the new episodes of that show you liked so much. He’ll never admit to enjoying trashy reality tv as much as he does, but you can tell Jack likes turning his brain off to watch people take jabs on others for the hell of it.

You both moved to the couch later in the day after a late breakfast, straddling him while Jack kept his hands on your lower spine, enjoying the feel of your body weight against him while he played with the edge of your shorts that rose higher up your thighs with the slight arch of your back. With one hand, you busied yourself with caressing up and down his chest, touching his shoulders over the black t-shirt he wore, messing with the collar of his shirt to count the freckles dotting his skin.

Jack kept his eyes over your shoulder watching the TV screen, happy to just keep you in close proximity while you mapped up all of his noticeable features. He could feel the way you lightly stroked over every small piece of him that caught your eye, letting you follow the lines that streaked on the corner of his eyes and the ones on his neck, doing everything in his power not to jerk or twitch away when you hit a ticklish spot. His attention on the TV falters when your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching his scalp in a way that had his eyes closing and rolling into the back of his head.

You haven’t bothered to tell him to get a haircut, and he didn’t plan on doing so anytime soon, not with the way you always touched the graying strands when he was near you, or how you yanked on the curls when you were overwhelmed with the pleasure he’d give you.

You coil a digit around your favorite curl, the one closest to his forehead that has the slightest hint of copper when the color has long disappeared from the rest of his head. Jack watches you wind the strand around your finger, releasing it a couple of seconds later as it recoils on itself and springs back in place, lips curling up at the action.

His gaze softens when you finally look at him, the sides of his face crinkling with the lopsided grin he gives you, mellow and familiar as he’s always been.

“Having fun?” he asks with a squeeze of your hips.

“Using your hair like a slinky has always been fun for me,” you replied, curling another strand as you spoke. “If you ever cut your hair, we will have a very serious problem. You hear me?” The playful threat doesn’t land, but Jack’s smile widens. You’ve already seen the pictures of his buzzcut when he was in the military years ago, and your reaction was sign enough to never get that hairstyle again.

“Yes ma'am,” he dryly chuckles at the roll of your eyes, staring at the side of your face before glancing at your lips. You felt another squeeze on your waist, peeking at him once more.

“Give me a kiss,” he says without shame, to which you tease him in response.

“Why? So you can ask me for more? You’re getting greedy, Dr. Abbot.” A fingernail scrapes over the stubble on his cheek, thumbing over his chin and the edge of his bottom lip.

“Can you blame me?” He shrugs nonchalantly, big hands reaching down to cup your ass, kneading one cheek in his palm. “Thought you got used to my obsession with you.”

“Oh, so that’s what it is? Thought you loved me or something.”

“That too, smartass.” His eyes glimmer with mischief, running a hand up your back to coax you closer. “C’mon baby. Put me out of my misery and give your old man a kiss.”

You did just that, slotting your lips over his and bestowing the kiss he so desperately craved. Keeping his head at an angle, you slip your tongue into his mouth, curling around his as you scratch the nape of his neck. A rumble groaned in his chest, gripping you harder through the material of your sleep shorts. Your hips had a mind of their own, gyrating over his pelvis and shifting over his thighs, huffing out a breath from the added friction.

Pulling away sooner than he liked, he pouts at the sudden distance, jutting his chin to teasingly bite at your bottom lip.

“Something tells me you’re not going to be satisfied with just one kiss.”

His chuckle darkens with his eyes, the hazel dimming to a low simmer, the heat grows in his body as desire boiled below his fingertips.

“One is never enough, sweetheart, you know that.” His touch teases along the end of your t-shirt, sneaking underneath to skim your lower stomach and drift to your side. “You mind giving me a little more?”

Now it was your turn to smirk, letting Jack lift the shirt above your head, revealing your bare frame to his hungry eyes, breasts on full display and all his for the taking.

“Only if you kiss these first,” you suggest, pointing at your chest. You quickly swallowed a gasp when Jack planted the lightest of kisses on your left breast, right where your heart began to pound in your ribcage; his stubble rasps over your skin, sending a shiver rolling down your spine. 

“Gladly.”

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We all deserve it

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if he comes to me like this

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Imagine staying at Cody's house, and every night Andrew just comes to your room. He doesn't speak, just stares at you (make it s1 socially inept feral Andrew)

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thinking about purposely pissing Robby off

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ask me again — jack abbot x fem!reader When Jack casually asks you to marry him, it sparks a conversation that you both haven’t had.

warnings: reader doesn’t want kids, reader was married before, jack also don’t want kids, self indulgent, i would say fluff with a dust of angst a/n: this is for the readers who don’t want kids, because i’m seeing a lot of dad!jack content recently—THAT I ADORE—and though I love reading them, I don’t want kids myself soooo here we are masterlist

The room is dim, lit only by the yellowish light filtering through the blinds. Your chest is still rising and falling from the high you haven’t quite come down from yet. Jack’s hand rests lazily on your hip, thumb brushing the dip of your waist like he can’t bring himself to stop touching you, even after some of the most intense sex you’ve ever had.

You roll your head to the side, watching him as he watches you.

He’s staring at you, slightly smiling. Not in a creepy way, not even in that smug way he gets sometimes after he's made you fall apart beneath him. This is different. Like he’s adoring you. Like he’s grateful for you. Like he’s trying to memorize how you look right now, make sure he won’t ever forget.

“Marry me.”

It’s not dramatic. Not a grand declaration. It sounds like he’s talking to himself more than you, like it slipped out without much thought.

You slowly push yourself up, resting on your elbows, looking at him. “What?”

He blinks like he didn’t realize he said it. “I mean it.”

“Jack…”

“I’m not saying we need to run off tonight or book a chapel in Vegas or something,” he says gently, following your posture. “I just… I’ve thought about it. About us.”

You don't respond. His words settling into your chest like the Titanic—sinking. Drowning. You’re naked but feel bare, vulnerable in every sense of the word. You lay back down, grabbing the edge of the blanket and pulling it over your chest.

Jack watches your silence. He doesn’t know what it means, but it sure damn feels like a rejection. Marriage was not something you talked about yet—and now he’s cursing himself for bringing it up like this, at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way.

You’ve turned your back to him, pretending to sleep. But he knows you’re still awake by the way your body shifts, the way your breaths stutter every now and then.

So he plays your game, pretends to sleep, pretends he doesn’t want to hold you the way he always does before bed.

Jack wakes up a few hours after that. He feels your side of the bed is cold and his mind assumes the worst: You left. He feels a twinge in his chest and tries to swallow it away, but then he smells coffee. He gets up, reaches for his crutches, and limps into the kitchen—where he finds you standing against the counter, wearing his shirt, holding a mug.

Relief washes over him. You didn’t leave after all.

You glance up and offer a small smile, already pouring him a cup. “You want coffee?”

Jack walks over to you. He puts his crutches down and reaches out for you. If it were any other day, he’d crush you in a hug with no hesitation, but now he fears he might scare you away.

You feel his touch on your shoulder and look back, putting his mug down and embracing him, letting him lean his weight on you.

“I’m sorry.” You say, as if knowing his thoughts.

“I thought you left.” He whispers.

You break away from the hug and search for his eyes. “I’d never leave you, Jack. I just… I needed a second. To think.”

He nods in understanding. “You wanna talk?”

You nod back, giving his coffee mug and then sitting on the counter. You take a deep breath. “You know I was married before, right?”

Jack nods.

“It wasn’t good. I’ve said that before. But... the part I never really admitted is that it wasn’t just him. I wasn’t a great wife, either. I didn’t have dinner waiting every night, I barely made it home most days. I lived at the hospital. And I—I don’t want kids.”

You look up, expecting to see some flicker of concern, hesitation—something.

But Jack just watches you calmly.

“I know,” Jack says, stepping closer. Close enough that he’s between your knees, hands resting lightly on your thighs.

Your throat tightens. “You know?”

“You told me once,” he says, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Early on. We were talking about long shifts, and you said you couldn’t imagine adding a baby on top of that. I remembered.”

You blink, stunned. You hadn’t even remembered saying that.

“And for what it’s worth...” Jack says, “With my age and everything I’ve seen… no, I don’t want kids. The world has enough people in it. Having a child… couldn't guarantee it will make anything better.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “So you’re okay with not having the white-picket-fence life? Even if it was with someone you loved?”

“I am with someone I love,” he says. “And no—I’ll take a shitty apartment and the chaos of hospital life if it means I get to come home to you.”

You laugh, and it sounds a little like relief.

Jack leans in again, arms wrapping around you. His voice is quiet in your ear. “I meant it. I want to marry you. Maybe not now, we can plan for it, have any kind of wedding you want. Or not want. You can call me old-fashioned, but I really want to be able to call you my wife.”

You sniffle, trying not to cry.

“No pressure though.” He adds, and you laugh again.

You lean into his chest, the drowning feeling finally going away. “Ask me again,” you whisper. “Someday. When we’re both ready.”

“I will.” He kisses your temple.

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thinking about first date with Robby

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I sense some knife play

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a bit more of dark!Robby

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First your shoulders,than your pussy

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Catherine you could have it all